Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Resolve

I

SHALL keep my sorrow secret—I shall live

Courageously and bravely as I can.

I shall be silent if I cannot give

Some word of comfort to my fellow man.

I shall not add my sorrow to his own.

He, too, is climbing up an ancient hill,

A cross upon his back—the grief I’ve known

Will be no aid to him—I shall keep still.

Until that time when I have fully learned

The lesson grief should teach, will I be free

To speak the healing word, and he has turned

To me with outstretched arms for sympathy,

Then only, on that difficult steep slope,

Shall I have words to cheer and give him hope.

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